I WILL arise and go now, and go to
Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of
clay and wattles made:Nine bean-rows will I have there,
a hive for the honey-bee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there,
for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning
to where the cricket sings;There midnight's all a glimmer, and
noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always
night and dayI hear lake water lapping with low
sounds by the shore;While I stand on the roadway, or on
the pavements grey,I hear it in the deep heart's core.